Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.